Realms lie outside reality.
Escape plans never run,
but dreams can’t hurt,
Or can they.
Speculation teases reality
with possibly as bait
for impossible journeys,
Outside the mind.
Dimensions elude us by design.
For those who care to leave,
this world has dichotomies
our minds intuitively fear to travel.
It’s safe within hope and fear.
Boundaries are like blankets
that cover or smother
what’s outside; us.
There’s a world within us
that many fear to travel
and other dwell to death.
The balancing scale lay twisted
as a legacy to sanity
and history feared by soft hearts
mocking ghosts they can’t touch.
So now truth is twisted and polished
for purposes and intents weaker
Than the weapons they carry.
Calloused hands are carved in statues to be admired
and stroked by manicured realities
so far fetched even dogs lie down.
The sliding scale of reality mesmerizes thick brains
and thin skin
creating beautiful dreams.
I remember now though
beauty is a mask
and a smile can blind
those that lack focus.
The path home is gone,
a portal closed to actions
and relegated to words
of the loudest idiot.
I just hope somewhere in the text
are inspirations understood
by future patriots willing and able
to stand true in the face of ignorance, otherwise we’re doomed.
